Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.